I stood alone gazing at the sea,

Lost amid a storm of thoughts.

Looking afar, the world so hazy,

Out of nowhere there came you.

My fingers so cold before;

Now warmed by your heat,

You lifted a pebble by my feet.

So minute so unworthy,

Placed it in my palm,

Telling me to keep calm,

As I was no longer alone.

Your presence besides me,

As solid as that stone,

A gift I had never known.

I say hello but you say goodbye,

I whisper to come in,

Yet you stand on the doorstep.

My voice grows hollow,

Echoing in the corridor,

Still you stand alone,

As cold as a statue.

My words drift away,

Why dont they?

Make your heart sway,

The way I want.

Something is beginning to haunt.

The passages of my heart,

Things I already knew,

Why so piercing now?

When before they lacked any matter.

I try to reach towards you,

Why cant you come?

Just a bit closer.

Is it my imagination,

Or a fickle game of time,

Before we laughed at it,

Now we turn so hostile.

How do I get a hold of?

All those foolish thoughts.

Deeds I've done no longer,

Can they be undone.

What is the source?

To this unpent frustration.

How do I remake,

That solid part of me,

Before you ever came,

So I'll just be me,

And you do your thing,

I'll trust my instincts,

Repell all the assumptions,

Allow time to play its game,

Only focusing at this moment,

On making my own name.

I knocked on your door,

With a knot in my throat,

The words last said like a kick to my heart,

That napkin I knitted for you has begun to unravel,

Still I am keeping all our memories warm as a sweet kiss.

#Poetry #Emotions #Words

Waiting for a word,

Restless and uneasy.

When did this begin,

A not so pleasant feeling.

Wishing for affection,

Something with no grasp.

Heart all a flutter,

Mind buzzing with thoughts,

As if in another sphere,

Of a world gone blurry.

Complicated yet so easy,

For those with no worry.

While others hurry,

To catch up to them,

Still time slips away,

But someone remains sitting,

In the corner of the bustop,

Waiting always waiting,

For a bus that comes late.

#Poetry #Feelings

Running in a maze,

Darkness in every corner;

Looking for some direction.

Knowing there is no one else,

But a glimmer of light;

Peeking through a corner.

Roots with no origin,

Creeping on the ground.

Only one sound can be heard,

The heavy breath of a person.

Who is searching for a way out,

If only there was a way out.

#Poetry

Amidst all the chaos,

Raging in my head;

Here I sit between the wreckage.

All those thorns in front of me,

Do they really prickle?

I can no longer tell.

Sensations all feel the same,

Yesterday the hurt was strong;

Even now theres a tingle.

But all its strength just seeped out,

To where even I don't know.

That buzzing noise,

Where before wasn't so relevant,

Now its sound is extremely loud.

What do I have to do?

To just shut away,

All those voices that ridicule,

Who really has the power,

To stop me if I decided to,

Finally get up and actually.

Fight for what I want.

Its a slow burn that starts under the skin, soon diffusing all over me. Sweeping away all sane thoughts, only a bitter feeling left behind. When it bubbles and rises up in the form of words, I know not where they emerge from, but just spew out. Things I can't imagine to say when totally calm just burst out of me. Leaving shame and self-pity in their stead. Later I do regret thoses deeds and harsh words spoken in the heat of anger. Apologizing with all my heart if someone got hurt by them. Still at that moment my temper gets the best of me. At certain times when the hurt is too hard to bear even my tear glands begin to leak. As if connected to the rise in anger, the more angry I get the more they burst forward. Thus I just try to never let the situation get out of hand and to somehow lock it away to keep my peace of mind.

I close my eyes and as they open again I see a green lush meadow filled with wild flowers. On a sudden urge I lean down and pick one up. At once I'm filed with such a sweet fragnance that seems to enchant my whole being. All other flowers pale in comparison to the one I hold in my grasp. Such is its enthrall that it holds me captive even though its so tiny compared to me. Yet just with its smell it totally captivates me. Other thoughts escape my mind as I marvel at how something so delicate could hold so much power. Without a worry in the world I just lie down in that meadow. Only me and my wildflower and get lost in the pleasure of its scent.

Lying amid a field of blossoms,

Suddenly I look at my hands,

Those tiny lines were do they lead,

Is the path I’m treading,

Filled with petals or just thorns.

As a swirl of light shines down,

Creeping from the corners,

Slowly the shadows start to fade away.

Its warmth like a soft hug,

For a while I feel a lightness,

A strange joy never known before,

Hours pass by as if mere seconds,

Time moves on but what about me,

How do I get used to this?

Is it the light that’s dimmed,

Or just me who has become too sensitized,

Will it flare up again once more?

My place hasn’t changed,

I’m still lying at the same spot,

So why am I now feeling cold?

“Here Aliza ask me what you will, but only one wish shall ne granted.”

“But Genie thats not fair, all the stories tell us, its always three wishes for sure.”

“Sorry Aliza thats just the deal I’m all out of gas granting the worlds wishes. Now I’ve grown too weary, so little girl be wise what you wish for. As only one problem can be solved so ask now and I will grant it”

“Well, Genie although you drive a hard bargain still I’ll ask what’s truly troubling me. Can you bring back the time I have lost, it has been misplaced by me so go back, find it and trap it in a sand glass for me. Then I can relive them once more. Are you mighty enough to solve this problem or is it too much?”